| After seven days
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| He was quite tired so God said:
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| «Let there be a day
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| Just for picnics, with wine and bread»
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| He gathered up some people he had made
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| Created blanket and laid back in the shade
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| The people sipped their wine
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| And what with God there, they asked him questions
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| Like: do you have to eat
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| Or get your hair cut in heaven?
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| And if your eye got poked out in this life
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| Would it be waiting up in heaven with your wife?
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| God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;
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| The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him
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| So he said:"Once there was a boy
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| Who woke up with blue hair
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| To him it was a joy
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| Until he ran out into the warm air
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| He thought of how his friend would come to see;
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| And would they laugh, or had he got some strange disease?
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| God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;
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| The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him
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| The people sat waiting
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| Out on their blankets in the garden
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| But God said nothing
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| So someone asked him:"I beg your pardon:
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| I’m not quite clear about what you just spoke
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| What that a parable, or a very subtle joke?"
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| God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;
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| The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him |